My wife recently looked at me and said, "Now I understand the saying, 'There's not enough hours in the day.'" It struck me as being dead on. I had never really thought about it. Sure before the boys there was always times where I wish I had a little more time, but now.....holy mackerel! I can go for days without watching the news, or even turning on my laptop. Heck, today I had to check what the date actually was, because I had no idea. I know what day it is (Mondays totally suck, for reasons I'll describe in a later post), but the date? It totally eludes me now.
Twins are great. I actually sat there watching both of them napping over the weekend, and decided I wouldn't know what to do if we only had one. I must have been delirious, or seriously sleep deprived. Right? One is up, the other is sleeping, then it's vice versa. We get a few hours where they're both down, or they're both up. Both of those times are great. When they're up, they play, coo, cry, cuddle. When they're down, it's a free for all for Mom and Dad to see who can get more done without interruption. And how fast those tasks can get done, because after those are done, it's personal time! It's amazing how much we cherish even ten minutes of time to read, work on a hobby, talk like adults, etc.
The hours fly by, especially now that we're both back to work (which totally sucks), and it makes getting in personal time and kid time that much harder. Sadly, there are nights when I hope I get home in time to feed them for their 7 PM meal, I get something to eat, and they're down for an hour or two so I can decompress. Not the ideal feelings for a Dad I would think, but merited nonetheless. If you're not sane, it's no way to deal with infants.
I do wish there were more hours in the day. For one, it'd mean more sleep......and maybe a few more blog posts.
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